Stay
by Gmariam
Summary: Based on a popular holiday song, in which James and Lily find themselves thrown together when a winter storm outside forces Lily to stay a bit later than she expected after a holiday party at the Potter's house.


Stay

The party was over, and just about everyone had gone home. It had been a small group, all Gryffindors—the seventh-years, some prefects, and a few members of the Quidditch team. Lily had been unsure about going to a holiday party at James Potter's house, but Mary had wanted to go and had talked Sandra into it, who in turn had talked Lily into going. But now they had left as well, Flooing home one by one. Lily's parents had been thrilled to disconnect the Floo when she had come of age, so she had to Apparate, but it was snowing heavily outside, which was probably why Sirius was trying to get her to stay.

"I really can't stay," she said, pulling on her cloak and scarf. "My parents are expecting me home. If they don't hear that crack soon, I'm done for."

"But Lily, it's cold outside," said Remus, glancing out the snow-frosted window. "Almost looks like a blizzard."

She narrowed her eyes at him; he gave her an extra wide innocent smile. "You're just playing for _his _team," she stated, cocking her head at James, who held up his hands as if he had nothing to do with it. "Really, I've got to go—"

"But Evans, it's cold outside," Sirius repeated. "Stay here where it's warm, at least until it clears up. We'll even leave you two alone."

Lily started to sputter, but Sirius turned toward James and continued with a flourish of the funny knit cap he fancied made him look handsome.

"This evening has been so very nice, Prongs, that I almost hate to leave." He winked at Lily as he wrapped a matching scarf around his neck; he actually looked ridiculous.

"Yes, I'd been hoping that _you'd _drop in," James laughed.

"I live here now, you had no choice," Sirius laughed. "But the night is still young, so I think I shall head out with Moony here and explore a bit." Remus rolled his eyes.

"Go ahead, then, if you're determined to explore a blizzard," James replied, walking his friends to the door. He stopped on the threshold, wide-eyed. "Damn, it really is cold out there. Maybe you shouldn't go out in this." He rubbed his hands together, teeth already chattering from the wind whipping through the doorway.

"Aw, I'll hold your hands, Prongs," said Sirius, turning back with a grin. "Merlin, they're just like ice. Evans, stay and warm him up!"

Lily couldn't help but laugh with them as she pulled on her mittens to keep her own hands warm. "I really need to go. My mother will start to worry if I'm not back."

Sirius grinned as he followed Remus out the door. "And that is why I am glad I don't have that problem."

James shook his head as he shut the door to hold back the cold. Outside they could hear Remus and Sirius as they laughed their way down the back path. There was the distinct sound of a hard snowball hitting skin, followed by a yelp and then two cracks of Apparition. "What's your hurry?" he asked. "You don't have to run out just because everyone else has gone. It's only past midnight."

"My father will be pacing the floor," she replied. "And he's already worn a path across the carpet, so I'd hate to see him fall through."

"You're a witch," James said, gently pushing her away from the door. He even took off her cloak and placed it on a nearby chair. "And you're of age. Just stay a bit longer now that it's quiet. Listen to the fireplace roar: doesn't that sound better than that wind?"

"I've heard fireplaces before, James, so really, I'd better—" Lily protested.

"Stay," James said firmly. "Lily, please don't hurry. Not now that they've left. We can talk."

"Talk?" she asked skeptically. It was an unusual request given the circumstances—James's father was at a Ministry party and wouldn't be back until much later, leaving them quite alone in the house—but then again, James hadn't made any unseemly passes at her all night, even all year. Sirius kept trying to throw them together, but James had, for the most part, ignored him and been nothing but a gentleman and a friend, not to mention a surprisingly decent Head Boy.

'"Just talk," he repeated firmly, as if reading her mind.

She narrowed her eyes. "About what then?"

"I don't know," he laughed. "Anything. We're alone so we don't have to put on a show for everyone else like we usually do."

She shook her head ruefully, because it was true: they did act differently when they were alone compared to when they were with others, as if after so many years of bickering they had an appearance to maintain with their friends. Yet after working together for four months, it had become clear that they could be themselves when they were alone, and it wasn't ever awkward, a fact which continuously surprised Lily as well. "Okay, maybe just half a drink more, then. That's it."

"Brilliant!" he exclaimed, and he sounded sincerely happy. "How about some hot chocolate this time? I can make a mean one." When she nodded, he grinned and headed toward the kitchen. "Then put some music on while I pour. I think the wireless has tuned out."

While James busied himself with the hot chocolate, Lily took off her mittens and scarf, then fiddled with the wireless before she managed to find a Muggle station playing holiday music. It was thin and scratchy, but it made her smile, because the song was about a two people stuck in a storm much like the one outside. She sat down on the sofa, feeling remarkably comfortable in spite of her reservations about staying. The Potter's living room reminded her of the Gryffindor common room, or even the prefect's lounge and the times she had sat alone with James, planning out their next meeting and actually enjoying one another's company. Once again she marveled at how different things were this year. She had never expected to become friends with James Potter.

"I know this song," said James, coming over and handing her a warm mug. He sat down several cushions away from her. "My mum loved it."

Lily glanced at him in surprise. "How did she know it?"

He shrugged as he blew on his drink to cool it off. "I never asked. But I heard it all the time at Christmas. There was always music playing around here."

Lily smiled over her mug. "Sounds wonderful," she murmured. "I love Christmas music."

"It was," he sighed. "How about you? What's it like celebrating the Muggle way?"

He sounded genuinely curious. Taking a sip of her drink, Lily sighed contentedly: it was delicious. The thought crossed her mind that she was sitting alone with James Potter in his living room actually enjoying herself; it was one of the last things she'd ever envisioned when she had agreed to go to the party, but she was too comfortable to worry about it. Instead, she told him about some of her family's Christmas customs, and he in turn shared more of his. They talked until the fire went low. James stood to throw a log on the flames, then asked if she'd like another cup of cocoa.

"The neighbors might think we're up to something," she laughed. "Everyone else has left, after all."

"Yes, but they don't know anyone stayed," he replied from the kitchen. "Besides, Lily, it's bad out there."

Lily glanced out the window at the dark and empty London street where the Potters lived: it did indeed appear as if the storm had picked up. The wind was howling, blowing the snow into large drifts. She wondered how she would get back, because she certainly could not Apparate in such weather now.

"I suppose I could take the Knight Bus," she murmured, eyes glued to the window. "Or even a cab."

"There's no cabs to be had out there," James replied, coming back around the sofa and handing her a second mug. It was just as warm as the first but had a peppermint stick in it. "You'll have to wait it out a bit."

Nodding with a sigh, Lily stirred the hot drink with the peppermint stick, breathed in the minty scent, then took a slow sip. She bit back a gasp, and not because it was hot. "James, what's in this drink?" she rasped as the strong drink tickled her nose and went straight to her head. "You didn't add anything, did you?"

James took a deep sip and choked. "Just the peppermint sticks Sirius bought," he gasped out. "Something he and Remus found poking around Diagon Alley when they were out the other day. I thought they'd add something."

Lily felt a flush creep up her face: whatever it was, it was strong. "They certainly did. I probably shouldn't drink this," she said, though her words rang hollow to her ears and she took another sip anyway. "But it's good." She smiled contentedly. "Really good. I wish I knew how to break this spell."

He glanced at her with unfocused eyes. "Spell? Are you under a spell?" he asked, sounding a bit slow and giddy.

She laughed merrily. "No, it's just that good. Take another sip. It's better after the initial shock."

James did as he was told, nodding appreciatively. For several minutes they sat in silence before the fireplace, sipping the delicious combination of peppermint and cocoa and every so often giggling softly to themselves. They did not talk, and soon Lily felt the flush that had crept up her face spread through her whole body, and she let her head fall back against the sofa with a sigh. She felt James staring at her and turned half-closed eyes toward him, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"What?" she asked, trying to sound haughty as she sipped at her drink. It really was quite good; she'd love another.

"You're eyes are like starlight now," he murmured dreamily, head back against the cushions as well. "And your hair looks swell."

Lily burst out laughing. "Swell? James, it's 1978 now, not 1950."

James just gazed at her, unfazed by her laughter as he nodded slowly, his eyes still glassy behind round spectacles. "Yes, that's true. But you're beautiful—your eyes, your hair, your lips. I think I'd like to kiss you."

She pulled a face. "I ought to say no, no, no, sir," she replied playfully, thinking of the song on the wireless earlier. Yet she didn't really _want_ to say no: it sounded perfect. Still, she had to keep up the pretense. "I only stayed to talk, remember?"

"Mind if I move in closer then?" he murmured, setting his empty mug down on the table in front of the sofa. "Just to talk."

Lily stared at his lips as they moved, mesmerized. She nodded as if in a trance. "At least I'm gonna say that I tried."

He moved toward her, until his leg was touching hers. "You did. But what's the sense in hurting my pride? I just want to talk. A bit closer." His arm snaked around her shoulder.

"Talk," she repeated dreamily, and he leaned toward her, his intent obvious as he pulled her close. She started toward him, then shook herself, jumping up from the sofa and almost spilling her drink. He landed face first in an undignified heap on some pillows. "Um, I really can't stay after all."

"What?" he groaned into the sofa. "Lily, don't hold out."

"I should go," she repeated, yet her feet didn't move.

"But it's cold outside," he said for what must have been the tenth time that night. She felt like she was stuck in the old Muggle song from the wireless. He held out his hand to her. Lily set down her mug and took it, sinking back down onto the sofa, her mind—and body—too muddled to resist.

"It's late. I simply must go."

"Lily, it's cold outside," James repeated, moving closer once more and placing a hand on her knee this time. "Stay here, where it's warm."

She felt her breath catch at the touch of his hand, and her body moved closer to his almost of its own accord. He in turn ducked his head toward hers. "I think I'm too warm already," she murmured as she licked her lips. What was going on? Ten minutes ago they had been talking about Christmas, about their families, and now she couldn't stop thinking about his…

"Then take your jumper off," James murmured back, beginning to do it for her…and she let him. "And stay."

"I should say the answer is no," Lily said, letting her head fall back as James kissed her neck, deftly unbuttoning her jumper and tossing it aside. She had a light blouse on underneath but still: James Potter, Head Boy, was kissing her neck…why again? Weren't they supposed to be talking? He didn't like her anymore, and when had she ever felt _that way_ about him? She really should been home already. "But it's cold outside."

"Which is why you're staying," he said, continuing to trail kisses along her burning skin. "I'm lucky that you dropped in."

"Well, this welcome has been so nice and warm." Oh. Who knew James Potter could to _that _to one's earlobe? "Why would I ever leave?"

"Of course you won't. Look out the window at that storm."

She didn't, of course. Her eyes were closed and she was no longer thinking about the weather, or the time, or getting home. She was only thinking of what it would be like to kiss _his _neck, to run _her_ lips across the light growth of stubble that darkened his chin…so she pulled away, pushed him back against the cushions of the sofa, and did.

"My sister will be suspicious," she murmured, letting her tongue tickle his earlobe much as he had done to hers. He made a small noise that she thought was a groan, and she was pleased to see he liked it as much as she had. "And my father will be there at the door."

"Merlin, your lips look delicious," he said, ignoring her words, and she grinned against his cheek, loving his reaction. "Like waves upon a tropical shore."

She giggled. "My sister's husband's mind is vicious," she said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "I should go before they get the wrong idea."

"Who cares about them," he murmured, brushing her hair away from her face. His face was flushed, his pupils dilated, and Lily was certain hers were as well. He tentatively brushed his lips against hers, and she felt her insides almost explode from the brief contact. "Gosh, your lips are delicious," he whispered. "Don't leave. Stay all night."

"Well, maybe just half a drink more," she murmured against his mouth before letting him claim her completely. His tongue slid between her teeth and they both gasped, hands suddenly moving, groping, grasping…lips caressing, tongues entwined…why hadn't they done this sooner? All those times, alone in the prefect's lounge…

"Oi! Prongs!" called a voice from behind them. James groaned against her as Lily sat up so quickly she knocked heads with him. Sirius stood in the doorway to the sitting room, a rather stunned look on his face.

"What's going on?" he demanded. Behind him, Remus was covering a smile. Lily knew she should be embarrassed at being caught…and yet, her hand started moving across James's leg almost of its own mind.

"What're you doing back so soon?" James grumbled, then twitched as Lily's hand moved to a rather sensitive place. If possible, Sirius's mouth fell open even wider.

"I forgot something." He glanced around the room, then noticed the empty mugs on the table with the peppermint sticks. His hand flew to his mouth, and he turned toward Remus, murmuring something. Remus rolled his eyes as he shook his head.

"Brilliant, Padfoot," he murmured. "Are you going to tell them?"

"Tell us what?" asked James, the end of his question coming out a bit higher than normal. Lily really wanted them to get what they needed and leave already. She ran her hand over James's thighs once more, entreating him to just ignore his friends and return to their previous engagement.

"You're—" started Remus, but Sirius had grabbed a tin of peppermint sticks from the kitchen and started pushing Remus toward the door.

"You're having too good a time for us to interrupt. Have fun, Prongs. Be safe."

"Wait, you're going back out there?" called James. "Never such a blizzard before."

"I've got to get home," coughed Remus. Standing awfully close beside him, Sirius was sniggering.

"But Remus, you'll freeze out there," said James, frowning.

"Then lend me your coat," he laughed. When James shook his head, confused, he laughed again. "Never mind."

"It's up to your knees out there, Remus."

"We'll use our wands, I promise," called Sirius from the front door. Now it was Remus's turn to shake his head and snort. What were they up to? Why had they come back for a tin of peppermint sticks?

They finally pulled the door shut behind them, and Lily grabbed James around the collar and pulled him down, wrapping her arms around his neck as he sighed into her mouth.

"You've really been grand," Lily whispered as he nuzzled her neck once more. "Letting me stay like this."

James pulled back and gazed into her eyes, his friends already forgotten. "Anytime, Lily." He brushed his finger across her cheek, drawing shivers from her, and she reached up to entwine her fingers with his. "I'm thrilled when you touch my hand. Don't you see? Lily, how can you do this thing to me?"

"What thing?" she asked, letting go of his hand and letting her own move lower. She began fiddling with the clasp on his trousers; he groaned as he started to undo the buttons of her blouse. "This thing?"

"There's bound to be talk tomorrow," he murmured as he kissed her bare shoulder.

"Then maybe I should go," she whispered back.

"No!" he exclaimed. "Think of my life-long sorrow if you left now—if you caught pneumonia and died."

"Then convince me to stay," she teased, her hand massaging circles against him.

"Who's convincing who again?" he asked, another small groan escaping his lips before they moved from her shoulder to her collarbone and deliciously lower.

"At least there will be plenty implied," she whispered, arching her back as his fingers slipped beneath her bra and his lips returned to hers.

"How much?" he asked, staring into her eyes.

He slowly slid her blouse off; she shivered in spite of his warm hands and tried to focus, though it was nearly impossible. "I really can't stay."

"Get over that hold out—Lily, it's cold outside, remember?"

She nodded. She would stay, because she couldn't stop now, she didn't want to. She leaned in to kiss him, struggling to pull his shirt over his head, and yet before they could go any further, they were interrupted once more. This time it was just Remus, and he stood in front of them with his wand raised, shaking his head with an amused smile.

"Sirius says I should just let you shag it off, but I don't want to be the one to deal with the consequences," he announced.

Lily scrambled to pull on her blouse; James closed his trousers and gave his friend a bewildered frown. "What are you talking about, Moony?"

"It's the peppermint sticks," Remus said, pointing toward their mugs of hot chocolate. "They're…well, they're magical."

"They're peppermint sticks. They make good, minty hot chocolate," James said.

"And how long did it take you to start snogging after you'd had some?" Remus asked pointedly.

Lily shook her head, confused. She felt like she should understand better. "You don't mean…"

"We found them at Montmorency's," Remus coughed delicately, glancing away in embarrassment, as the shop was a bit more risqué than those usually frequented by Hogwarts students, even seventh-years. "They weren't meant for…general consumption. More of a private confection."

James was eyeing him skeptically. "What do you mean, a private confection? What were you going to do with them then?" He stopped, stared at his friend, and shook his head. "No, never mind, I do _not_ want to know."

Remus grinned. "No, you really don't. Anyway. You're under the influence, and I'm here to save you before you do something you regret."

"Get on with it, Moony!" called Sirius from the hallway. "Before I regret coming back to save them."

Lily turned with James to where Sirius lounged on the threshold, hands crossed over his chest, a peppermint stick in his mouth and a mischievous look on his face. Then she felt something like a breath of fresh air flow over her from behind them. Her skin cooled off, the flush she had felt earlier leaving her weak and clammy. Her limbs didn't feel as heavy, her stomach was no longer in delicious knots. Even her foggy mind began to clear. She glanced at James, saw the same thing happening to him, and began to edge away to the other side of the sofa, where her sweater lay draped over a pillow.

"Come on, Moony, I'm tired of all this going in and out." Sirius sniggered. "Let's go. Again."

"Where could you be going when the wind is blowing like this?" asked James. "And it's cold outside!"

Remus nodded at James and Lily, a small smile still playing on his face. "You're welcome," he murmured as he walked past them. He didn't answer the question.

"Don't wait up for me!" Sirius called as they left, slamming the door behind them once more. Lily was fairly sure Remus had popped a peppermint stick into his mouth.

Silence.

James straightened his shirt and buckled his trousers before letting his head fall into his hands. Lily ran a hand through her hair and tried to compose herself. Then she noticed James's back was shaking: he was laughing. And even though she felt like she ought to be embarrassed, outraged, or ashamed, she couldn't help but smile. He sat back; he was laughing but desperately trying not to, and the sight of it made her join him, until they were both laughing so hard tears that were streaming down their faces. It was a welcome release from the all the physical tension she had felt earlier.

With a sigh, Lily finally stood up. "I think it's definitely time for me to go," she said, even though she still didn't want to.

He apparently agreed, for he joined her and walked her to the door. He didn't ask her to stay this time, and she was slightly disappointed, because in the back of her mind, a part of her wanted to finish wanted they had started. Yet she didn't know if that was the peppermint sticks or something else, some strange new feeling for James Potter that she couldn't be sure was real or not.

Helping her with her cloak, James was silent the entire time. Lily wrapped her scarf around her neck, pulled on her mittens and hat, and stopped to gaze into his eyes. "Is everything all right?" she asked softly.

He nodded and scratched absently at his neck. "Yes. It's just that…well…I'm sorry about what happened. I had no idea about the peppermint sticks."

Lily smiled at him. "I know you didn't. You wouldn't do something like that on purpose."

He nodded vigorously, obviously glad she wasn't upset. "No, I wouldn't. I'm glad you know that, because I wouldn't want you to be angry with me…" He trailed off, the look on his face so adorable she almost reached out to pat his cheek.

"I'm not angry," Lily replied with a small shrug. "And if I was, I'd be mad at Sirius. And maybe Remus."

James burst out laughing. "Sirius and Remus. Who knew."

"Yes, well." She arched an eyebrow. "We certainly know now, don't we?"

"More than I want to know," James said. "At least there was a counter-spell." He sounded like he wanted to say more, so Lily just nodded in reply, waiting for him to continue.

"The thing is," he continued, "I'd really like to kiss you good night."

Lily felt a flush of happiness, yet it was different than how she had felt earlier on the sofa. It felt more natural. "I'd like that."

James grinned at her, stepped forward, yet stopped before leaning closer. "But is it us, or is it still the peppermint sticks?"

Lily took a step forward as well. "I feel different than I did before Remus cast the counter-spell, don't you?"

"I do," he said. "I feel clearer now. More myself, more in control." Another step. "But I still want to kiss you."

Lily tilted her head up. "Then what's stopping you?"

He leaned down, his lips almost touching hers. "I'm not sure you want me to."

She stared into his eyes and nodded, then closed her eyes and waited, certain he was going to kiss her and that it would be wonderful…only the door burst open behind them, and they flew apart just as their lips met.

"Brrr," said Harrington Potter, shaking snow from his cloak. "Storm is letting up, but it's cold outside." He glanced up and saw James and Lily standing there, staring at him. "Ah, James. You're still up. How was the party?"

James sighed, but smiled at his dad. "It was good, dad. How was yours?"

"Excruciatingly dull and boring," he replied, but his brown eyes were twinkling. "Except for the bit when Barty Crouch tripped on bough of holly, spilled his drink on some batty old witch, and fell into the chocolate fountain." He glanced around the empty house and gave them a pointed look. "Has everyone else left then?"

"Sirius and Remus just left a few minutes ago. Lily was on her way out." James gave Lily a sidelong glance. It was true, after all…in away.

"And you were going to walk her home, right?" asked Mr. Potter. James gave his dad a funny look.

"She lives way up north, dad," he started, but Mr. Potter stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"That's why you've got an Apparition license. To escort a lady home when it's this late."

Lily laughed at the look on James's face. "It's all right, Mr. Potter. I can Apparate on my own."

"Not in this weather, and not in these times. James, go with her." He inclined his head to Lily, who smiled at him. "Happy Christmas, Lily. It was nice to see you."

"Happy Christmas, Mr. Potter," she said, and she almost wanted to give him a kiss on the cheek, he was so kind. He winked at her and left for the kitchen. As James gathered his cloak and scarf, his father appeared in the doorway, eyebrows raised as he held two peppermint sticks in his hand.

"And what exactly are these, you two?"

"Oh." James blushed all the way down his neck. "Well, Sirius picked them up in Diagon Alley. He took them with him but he must have left some for…" The implication seemed obvious.

The corners of Mr. Potter's mouth curled up. "You do know what they are, right, son?"

James nodded, at a loss for words.

"Best get going, you two. It's late." He tucked the sticks into his pocket. "I'll hang onto these. And maybe have a little chat with Sirius when he gets back." He went back into the kitchen, shaking his head to himself.

"Merlin's beard," said James, turning to her with wide eyes. "That was awkward."

Lily stifled a giggle. "I wish I could be there when he has that talk with Sirius."

James gave her a knowing look as he opened the door. "I really doubt Sirius is coming back tonight."

They stepped into the cold night. The wind had died down, but the snow was still falling gently, coating the world in a beautiful white blanket of sparkling crystal.

They started down the back path away from the house. They had only gone a few steps when James reached out and took her hand, pulling her to a stop under an evergreen tree. "I didn't get to finish what I was trying to say earlier," he said, reaching up to brush snowflakes from her hair.

"Out here?" she asked, but she had already forgotten about the cold and the snow.

"Can't you stay awhile longer?" he said. He gave her a playful look. "I'll sneak you back in."

Lily laughed softly. "Well, I really shouldn't—" He cut her off with a kiss, long and warm and wonderful. And it was even better than any kiss from earlier that night, because it wasn't an enchanted peppermint stick, it was James Potter, kissing her outside as the snow fell around them.

"That was real, wasn't it?" he asked as he pulled away, a small but concerned smile playing at his lips.

"I think so," she replied, though she really wasn't sure. Something was definitely different, that much was certain.

"I hope so." He sighed contentedly as he rested his forehead against hers and gazed down into her eyes. "Are you as surprised as I am?" He sounded unsure, as if he were worried she would reject him after what had happened inside.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. "I never thought…well…" She trailed off, because she had never really thought of him that way.

"Me neither," he murmured, his hand trailing along her cheek. "But is it all right with you?" He still sounded uncertain of himself. Lily thought she could love him for that, some day. She answered him with another long kiss.

"Yes," she finally replied. "It's all right with me."

"Good," he whispered into her ear, tickling it with her tongue. "Because I'll make it worth your while, you know."

"Oh, I know," she replied just as coyly, then inhaled sharply as he kissed her neck. "Ahh, do that again," she said, wrapping her arms around him, and he did.

"Then come back in," he said, and she was so tempted. "It's cold outside."

"I really can't stay," she said. "But maybe we could see each other again? Before we go back?" She almost regretted saying it as soon as the words left her mouth, wondering if she really meant it or if he was even really interested. Yet the smile on his face erased any doubt that she had said the wrong thing, and the way it made her feel confirmed it.

"I'd really like that," he said, and he kissed her once more. "Come on, let's get you home."

James took her hand and she squeezed it tight, and together they Apparated into the snow, the cold, and into a very different relationship. She couldn't wait to see him again and share another cup of hot chocolate—with or without the peppermint sticks.

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Author's Note:

In case you haven't figured it out, this story uses the lyrics from the song 'Baby It's Cold Outside,' which was written by Frank Loesser. I've wanted to write a story to go with it for ages. In finally setting out to do so, I also set myself the challenge of incorporating the lyrics of the song into the story itself—and in order. I've left out a line or two, changed a line or two, and used a few from some different endings you might hear from time to time. But otherwise I did it! And it was fun, so I hope you enjoyed it. Just some light Christmas fluff - Happy Holidays, everyone!


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